Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.